Blogwide domestic strife has a soundtrack

...and this maybe should be included therein.


P.S. Those among this readership whose tastes in popular music ossified around the time that Quiana and double-knit started falling out of fashion may be excused from clicking the above if they so choose, with no penalty.

P.P.S. It seems that in my case that Old Devil Estrogen is to blame and, if the tea leaves are correct, I ought lay low for a few days.


Joke I am sorry but that is a truly awful song.

I think in the past you have proved to be both adept and accurate in reading the tealeaves so lie low you should.

Or go shopping again.
Poppy Buxom said…
I thnk I'll start a sock puppet blog where I write as Mrs. Joke and complain a non-stop about the free-flowing testosterone floating around my house.
Poppy Buxom said…
Oh, and I'm sorry, but that song sounds an awful like ... New Romantic disco.

Emo New Romantic disco, but disco nonetheless.

Yes, I said DISCO.
Joke said…
Technically, the testosterone is sprinting for the tall grass -- and therefore out of Chez Joke -- half the time.

Joke said…
P.S. And you said disco because that's just the sort of cruel, cruel woman you are.
Poppy Buxom said…
Well, exactly!

I leaven the effect by liberally sprinkling my comments with typos.

Let me just inform you (here I'm slipping back into cruel mode) that this weekend includes the Lincoln Park Zoo ball, a lunchtime cruise on The Grand Vizier, and the lobster party at Sophies.

Yes, you could have worn a white dinner jacket to the first event.

And I mean this to sting.

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